His eye close when she lifts up; all he can do is keep pressing his tongue where she needs it, drunk on the taste of her and the sound of her moans. He'd been playing when he started, but he never thought she'd respond like this. He braces on one arm and without thinking, brings the other hand up and uses the fingertips to stroke where she's most wet. Never mind her; it makes him groan, because that's what he's been dreaming of, getting in there.